Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our line of work, we all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a ring in Central America
Who to kill him?
No information, say yes or no
One point five
Alright, you get what you want -- no object
all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable
And there are explosive head bullets, in the

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here the cop man
Yo Starks come here, here Sun
here for a minute!
Aiyyo aiyyo up hold up
we gotta go to the store for more baking soda
Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of nig!
Get your big off my moms table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo chill man, pass the Cristal man.
Niggaz is man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you smoking none of that weed in here man.
man.

Bobby
Somebody go to the man
Sup
Get that soda.
(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five
(Noodles) We off with two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt through)
La nostra
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original claat bad bwoys)

Chorus: Man

Who come to get you? None. They guns!
I be the to set off shit, last to run
Wu together as one
I call my brother Sun he shine like one

Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny

it
Scriptures hit the body like off shotties
Like my hair notty and my snotty
a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the of Mogabi, for real
nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it
Information out your faucets, hmmmmm
Time to your crown and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in holdin it down
the two holster, shit shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the
Wild in the West, a of my culture
And life is the test, up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin
And the one is death, back to the essence
With that you stressin, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the
Isle plus my style, pays
The times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou

goes for niggaz who know
Wu will grow llello, ley no
Plus coolin in
Ricaans be me much shit, the dutch shit
cool papi, seize it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what up the workers if they hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm guards margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the whip
Designed for prime nigga jail time jiggas
niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain
Jakes beware rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin year
One eight hundred niggaz yeah

Wu together as one
I call my Sun 'cause he shine like one

Verse RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels

Solid gold crown is
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid gold be shinin and blindin like some diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, protected
The heart the rib cage the chest and plexus
Castin stones, two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and
How dare you approach it dim pones
The overfiend like noah bean green with a soldier mean
The exquisite imperial wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a
Local bio-chemical, giant, the black general
Lickin shots to Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand microchips two of penicillin
goes up adrenalin son it's time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin who like followin
Trapped inside your like a genie inside the bottle

Four: Master Killer

God steppin upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm attack
So I to bite down on the mic
So the pain of the track deny the fact
That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an
That hurts the who tries to visual-ize under
'cause I strike, like
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, unbearable
My wisdom fucks up respiratorial
are fractured by the killa tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad
the entity, my vicinity
Is three and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of knocks and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad moss for so
Feel the of impact from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the
From the side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his dome
piece, deceased, to rest

Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve my way, move give me room
Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta
Sold only new vocal cords I heard on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, high
My teammate, enhance cells well like a
Fuck horado pablos plan growas
Goodfellas we know, sellas become novels
The man rockin bands, silk scarves and jams
Early british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids that off with 8 million
Robbed the and I labelled in royal pavillions
Them flower heads have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get wit all that loot kid
jet money, undaground money
Submarines and rings too bad you up dummies

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